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Because appreciation rarely comes until what you thought would never leave is gone forever.
“Even those who feel the most can feel empty. Do you want to know what it means to be alive? It’s not perfection. It’s not being okay all the time. It’s having fears. Feeling like you aren’t good enough. Trying every day to be better. Your tears reflect how beautifully imperfect you are. What could be more human than that?”
Hope was a drink of water in a desert. Intoxicating. Necessary. You keep going back for more and more. But even the best of things can turn toxic. And before you know it, you’re craving something that had long since evaporated.
“Because I’ll take many things, Kanes, but never your choice. If you want to surrender to me for just this one night, then undo the last button. If not, you should stand and walk back to the others.”
“Do you know how many bones there are in your body? Two hundred and six. Call her that name again, and I will break every single one.”
“That’s okay, sweet girl. Fears aren’t always so bad. They remind you of everything you have to live for.”
“That’s why it’s important for everyone to remember our history. To memorize our twisted scars and mistakes so that we may become better versions of humanity.”
“Do you want me to detail the one hundred ninety-seven ways I thought of killing him, or the thousand ways I plan on punishing you?”
They became so engrossed with winning, they forgot to care about those who lost.
“Did I forget?” A bitter chuckle escaped him. “Unfortunately, no. I don’t think there’s any world where I could ever forget you. No matter what. Not even if I tried. And believe me, I have.”
“The moment you laid a hand on her, you chose death.”
“If anyone so much as looks in her direction the wrong way, you’ll resent your mother for giving birth to you.”
“It means that no matter how many times I told myself we were done, I knew I’d never be over you. You’re the kind of special no one ever forgets.”
So let me make one thing clear. It doesn’t matter what happens between us. From now until the day I bleed out, I will always want you. I will always keep you safe. Even if you weren’t mine,”
She thought love was the beginning of her story, but stories always have an ending. A point where you turn the final page and it takes your breath with it. But love doesn’t have an ending. Love endures. It walks this earth with no face, concept of time, or reason. It simply is. And simply will be.
